I awoke in the backseat of a car, with a woman. A husky fellow (perhaps 50
years old) was driving. I tried to recall where I was and I remembered I had
been in a motel with several other people, but I wasn't exactly sure what I had
been doing with them. I realized, however, the fellow who was driving the car
had abducted me. I also realized I had left in the motel my girlfriend (almost
my wife) and another fellow (who resembled
Philip Seymour Hoffman). I now remembered he and the others in the motel had
been working on a project with me. I again reflected that the fellow driving the
car had simply whisked me away from the motel scene.

I quickly interjected out loud that he was
"kidnapping me." The driver mollifyingly murmured, "Noooo," as we rode along the
street of a tiny town. To prove he meant what he said (that he wasn't kidnapping
me), he pulled over to the curb. I understood that I had the choice of
going on with him or getting out of the car. I decided: the woman and I stepped
out of the car. She was manifestly nervous, uncertain we were doing the right
thing. Looking down the street ahead of us, I could see the short one block of
the downtown.

I was carrying a
rifle,
which I pushed into the sleeve of the coat I was wearing. I intended to take the
rifle to some bushes on the side of the road and hide the gun there. Meanwhile I
was wondering how I would put myself in touch with my girlfriend and the fellow
back in the motel. My cellphone was with me and I tried to remember phone
numbers which I could call so I could reach them.